by McKenzie | Jan 2, 2015 | Blog, Reading
Happy New Year, all! I hope you had a wonderful celebration of the upcoming new year and were able to spend some time recounting the good memories of 2014. Along with going to school and becoming a mom, this was definitely a year for reading and reviewing...
by McKenzie | Nov 30, 2014 | Reading
THE WHITE SEA Spin the big wheel of weather. So it’s seven degrees. I could have sworn it was balmy and getting ready to storm eight minutes ago. One definition of a slob is someone who runs out to the street through a foot of...
by McKenzie | Oct 20, 2014 | Reading
THERE’S SNOW IN THE WEST & there’s snow in the east & there’s snow in our beds icing the cabbage. Since you left me alone, the wasp nest swallowing the bulb in the porch light has gone leaden & each night the asphalt is honeycombed...
by McKenzie | Sep 21, 2014 | Reading
to sound like itself is what water wants, to look like itself, to feel wet walloped by cinderblock, spars and bottles, the wanting-locked water lay down the wanting-locked water stank without lustre, it stank without lustre and we cut it with knives, we cut it...
by McKenzie | Aug 16, 2014 | Reading
BECCA She says, It’s my birthday I’m going tomorrow. What’s your favorite font? What should I have him write? Serifs, I say, I like serifs. I like old typewriters—the keys little platters. I don’t answer the question about what to write. The vellum...
by McKenzie | Jul 15, 2014 | Reading
ADOLESCENCE 1 In the scoliosis clinic, I waited in a room of skeletons while men reshaped the architecture of my sister, spongy discs stacked in S-curves like haunted seahorses, undulant when I shifted a protuberance side to side in my thumb and...
